Who: Parker and Uhura
Where: Some random Barge place.
When: Today.
Warnings: Intense dislike and mistletoe shenanigans. Oh, and it's Parker.
Parker had been actively making the attempt to avoid people after the stupid ass moment with the fucking sweater. She hated that the stupid holidays had gotten to her that badly, and she really hated that she had apologized to Uhura and admitted that she'd considered shooting her.
That had been like admitting weakness, and admitting weakness wasn't something that a Parker did. Only three people in the whole world (four, maybe, if you counted Sydney.) had ever gotten to see that side of her. Each time had been a struggle, and each time Parker had hated it. And now, now she had went and admitted it to someone who might be in the position to use it entirely for free.
She'd become incredibly hyper- vigilant about the mistletoe around, well, as vigilant as one could be about something that seemed to have sprouted fucking wings left and right. She didn't notice it blooming above the door as she opened it.